Fearing not that I'd become my enemy In the instant that I preach

What drives me to you, drives me insane.

When somethin's not right it's wrong.

I can't see my reflection in the waters, I can't speak the sounds that show no pain. I can't hear the echo of my footsteps, or can't remember the sound of my own name.

There are degrees of happiness. You go from one to the other and then back again. It's hard to be completely happy when those around us are suffering and groaning from hunger.

Broken bottles, broken plates, broken switches, broken gates. Broken dishes, broken parts, streets are filled with broken hearts.

I'm not going to read any of these magazines. I mean, because they've just got too much to lose by printing the truth. You know that.